Lakshmana Temple |
Equine Erotica |
Erotic Embrace |
Vishnu's Boar Shrine stands impressively just inside the entrance to this World Heritage Site.
Carved detail on leg of Vishnu's Boar |
View of Vishnu's Boar's Legs |
Detail on leg of Vishnu's Boar |
Detail on leg of Vishnu's Boar |
Chitragupta Temple |
Devi_Jagadamba_Temple |
Elephants watching |
Orgey |
Kama Sutra |
Camel and Horse Parade |
Musicians |
Musicians |
John taking photos |
John taking photos |
I watch John stand on tip toes and lie prone below carved ceilings to take shots looking up and he impishly asks if I think they would mind if he climbed up the wall? (The three dimensional friezes provide tempting grips for any climber to scale to the top of the temple.)
Looking Up |
Looking Up |
Interior temple carvings |
Our guide periodically checks in with us but we are thoroughly engrossed and contented to move methodically from one site to another. Eventually our guide suggests that we leave, telling us that the temple structures in the distance are very similar and not as well preserved as the ones we have already visited, but John is determined to see each structure and we have been told that we have all day. We explore the interior of the temples, the carvings inside are polished from years of touch and we circumambulate the interiors reverently.
Interior temple carvings |
Interior temple carvings |
Interior temple shrine |
At 12:30, we descend the steps of the final temple site and see our guide anxiously looking for us. There has been a change in our flight schedule to Varanasi and we must leave immediately. We are disappointed since we are looking forward to having some shopping time in the village square and possibly returning to bronze shop in the old village. Instead we are hurried through the square past the street vendors, to our waiting car and whisked to the nearby airport.
Varanasi traffic |
Khajuraho street vendor |
Regretfully, our plane is delayed an hour but we land in Varanasi late afternoon, are met by a new guide and driver and delivered seamlessly to the Taj Gateway Hotel Ganges. This blog is not intended to be a review of our various guides, but the personality and knowledge of each guide makes a huge difference in the experience. Our Varanasi guide is disappointing in that he cannot bear a moment of silence and prattles on about inconsequential trivia. He repeatedly tells us that if we wish him to be quiet to tell him so but this is not as easy as it might sound. In an effort to calm him, we are unnaturally quiet and nonresponsive to his jokes and running commentary but this seems to inspire him to talk more in an effort to fill the silences.
Varanasi flower seller |
Varanasi beggars and holy men |
Varanasi beggars and holy men |
Varanasi Ghat |
Varanasi Ghat |
I am not clear on tonight’s plan and our guide suggests that we hire a boat to row us down river to a funeral ghat where we will be able to see the cremation fires at night. The area above the “log jam” of waiting boats is being prepared for tonight’s prayer festivities and I am torn between wanting to sit above the river and look down, or be in a boat, on the river looking up. Our guide tells us that the price for the boat is not included in our tour but that it costs only 700 rupees ($10) and that we can pay him and he will arrange it. It is not the money that is of concern but I have read in the Lonely Planet guide book that one can hire a boat for 100-200 rupees and I want to be sure that the boatman, not our guide, gets the 700 rupees.
Our boatman |
Funeral ghats at dusk |
Boy selling floating flower votives |
Funeral ghat |
John suggests we buy a dozen but regretfully, I have not quite grasped the spirit of the river and buy only 5. We paddle silently down river towards the cremation ghat only slightly aware of the many other boats gliding along side of us, silhouetted reflections in the dark water. We stop 100 meters from shore and watch as shrouded bodies adorned with orange flowers are submerged in the river, anointed by the holy water and placed onto waiting funeral pyres. 5 or 6 fires alternately blaze and smolder attended by priest, family and friends. This is a sacred setting and we are awed by the beauty and the holiness.
Funeral ghat |
Lighting a prayer votive |
Setting a prayer votive afloat |
Our boat paddler, rows us back to the main ghat where a prayer ceremony is about to begin. We remain seated in our boat and watch the ceremony unfold. Other barefoot boys are peddling baskets of the flower votives and I purchase 12. There are 4 or 5 ceremonial stages along the edge of the ghat and priests begin to gesture and chant. Festive stage lights blaze, music swells and the chanting reverberates in the night.
Holy celebration |
Holy celebration |
Holy celebration |
Since my tears, our guide has remained blessedly quiet but he now mindfully suggests that this would be a good time to set the other prayer votives adrift. A breeze comes up and John struggles to light them and we prayerfully set one after another into the river in rememberance of cherished departed friends and family.
Pilgrims |
Devotees |
Devotees |
Holy man |
Holy man |
Varanasi Ghat Celebration |
Our evening tour is at an end and our guide expects to return us to the safety of our hotel but John and I wish to have dinner in the area, at the Dolphin Café, overlooking the river and recommended in the Lonely Planet guide book. Our guide is unsettled by our request and asks how we plan to get back to our hotel? He walks with us to the Dolphin Café and guest house and explains to the concierge that we will need a tut-tut after our dinner there. He warns us to be careful and writes both the name of our hotel and his cell number on a piece of paper and departs.
Holy cow, shopping the bazaar |
Evening bazaar |
Evening cafe |
John and I hurry back to the bustle of the main shopping street and walk down several narrow souks, ogling the colorful embroidered dresses, pashima scarves, spices and brass figurines. John admires the embroidered mens tunics and pants and we step up into a small shop and with the speed of a magician, the merchant quickly has John dressed in a creamy ensemble. After we have paid the modest amount for the outfit, the merchant suggests a "hat" and leaves us alone and in charge of his shop, returning 10 minutes later with an assortment of colorful turbans fit for a Maharaja. John chooses one and we laugh over the logistics of transporting it back home in an un-crumpled state; perhaps John will need to wear it?
Maharaja John |
Merchant with John |
Lighted wedding celebration parade |
1 comment:
Love the photo of John in the turban!
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